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Wisdom of Nature
Book ‘tis dry and endless strife;
Close it up and open to life
It’s as wise as any written word
Come; hear the sweet sound of the bird
The wind rustling in the trees
Fish pulsate in the night seas
That touches my country’s shores?
Nothing in nature ever bores
At day-break it wakes up singing
Exciting as wild bells pealing
And to my friend across the sea
The ocean’s rush is calling me!
Beryl McMullen
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